These chaotic circumstances had pointed He Xi in the right direction.
The crowd slowed the effects of Wild Charge, but in the eyes of the panting pursuers, he was still astonishingly fast.
The adventurers who had joined in just to watch only saw a shadow in fine clothes flash past them.
However, He Xi still hadn't seen the skeleton up ahead.
"Why can that skeleton run so fast?" he fretted. "Disguise Spell can only last an hour."
Before the thought had even faded from his mind,
he saw a crowd gathered in a circle not far ahead.
"Have they finally cornered it?"
But the closer He Xi got, the more something felt wrong.
Why can't I sense my connection to that skeleton, even from this close?
He pushed his way into the noisy crowd, and the sight before him made him pause.
The scene he'd expected—everyone surrounding the skeleton—hadn't happened.
Scattered across the ground were only a few broken arm bones and a Curved Saber that looked very familiar to He Xi.
A white boot with sharp, angular lines was planted on a hand bone that was still twitching slightly.
Its owner was a young man holding a silver war hammer, his body clad in gleaming white heavy armor.
Faint magical light flowed across the surface of his armor.
At the center of his breastplate, a sun-shaped holy emblem formed from eight rays marked him as a member of the Holy Sun Church.
He Xi glanced at the 19 displayed above the young man's head, then looked away.
He was an official member of the church. The only question was whether he was a priest or a paladin.
He Xi wondered as he quickly scanned his surroundings, but he couldn't see Bruce anywhere.
Still, He Xi wasn't worried.
Knowing that